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Moth the Frogadier

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The story goes....

There once was a small village. A village that was not recorded on any map. A village carved of ancient trees and almost impossible to find. No travelers came, and few left, as those who lived in the village were content, and had little interest in the world that the mist around their home contained.

Until one day, a figure stumbled out of the mist. A young female Frogadier, wounded, and carrying an egg with her. The villagers rushed to her aid, and healed her to the best of their ability, then left her to rest for the night. In the morning, her bed was empty, and the only trace she left of her presence was the egg that sat patiently by the bedside, and a small, smooth stone pendant.

A Froakie hatched from the egg, and was adopted by a local family of Furrets, tea-brewers known as the Greybrews. The Froakie, now named Moth, grew, as did the family, as the Furrets had many children. The youngest sibling, named Peaseblossom, was quite enamored with Moth, and always rushed to keep up with him.

For years, the family grew, and the siblings helped their parents, and learned the craft of tea-making. Once the little Froakie was old enough, his parents told him where his egg had come from, and how they didn't know what had become of his mother.

For weeks, the little Froakie grappled with this information, before eventually deciding to leave the village, and search for his mother. Although the family wasn't sure how, they trusted that eventually, Moth would find his way back to their village.

So he left, and after wandering for many days, found himself in Andalusst.

It wasn't until months later that his young sister appeared in his life again, looking bedraggled, and carrying with her their mother's prized teapot. The little Sentret had left the village to find her brother, leaving in the dead of night and taking the teapot with her as a way to earn money.

Although alarmed, Moth was happy to see her.

Since then, the cries of 'Tea for sale... Greybrew tea for sale...' have rung loud in Andalusst's squares and streets.

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Whew! Quick, kind of crappily thrown together app for my team. More semi-soon. : )

*j

Description
Moth the Frogadier

-----------

The story goes....

There once was a small village. A village that was not recorded on any map. A village carved of ancient trees and almost impossible to find. No travelers came, and few left, as those who lived in the village were content, and had little interest in the world that the mist around their home contained.

Until one day, a figure stumbled out of the mist. A young female Frogadier, wounded, and carrying an egg with her. The villagers rushed to her aid, and healed her to the best of their ability, then left her to rest for the night. In the morning, her bed was empty, and the only trace she left of her presence was the egg that sat patiently by the bedside, and a small, smooth stone pendant.

A Froakie hatched from the egg, and was adopted by a local family of Furrets, tea-brewers known as the Greybrews. The Froakie, now named Moth, grew, as did the family, as the Furrets had many children. The youngest sibling, named Peaseblossom, was quite enamored with Moth, and always rushed to keep up with him.

For years, the family grew, and the siblings helped their parents, and learned the craft of tea-making. Once the little Froakie was old enough, his parents told him where his egg had come from, and how they didn't know what had become of his mother.

For weeks, the little Froakie grappled with this information, before eventually deciding to leave the village, and search for his mother. Although the family wasn't sure how, they trusted that eventually, Moth would find his way back to their village.

So he left, and after wandering for many days, found himself in Andalusst.

It wasn't until months later that his young sister appeared in his life again, looking bedraggled, and carrying with her their mother's prized teapot. The little Sentret had left the village to find her brother, leaving in the dead of night and taking the teapot with her as a way to earn money.

Although alarmed, Moth was happy to see her.

Since then, the cries of 'Tea for sale... Greybrew tea for sale...' have rung loud in Andalusst's squares and streets.

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Whew! Quick, kind of crappily thrown together app for my team. More semi-soon. : )

*j